Suddenly Lightning began to move into her. His first thrust nearly made her pass out from the pain.
Lightning had been perfectly still up until this point. Now he had totally lost control and fucked the girl at will.
Without the leather bond to hold him in place he was free to pulverize the girl with all his weight.
Half his cock was already buried inside her. She was impaled on his dick and powerless to move. He went wild on her.
Melanie screamed in pain and terror. Lightning was killing her. Oh God, save her please, he was tearing her in two.
She felt something crack inside her. His tool was burying itself way inside her. She knew her body could not take it.
She was sorry she had ever gotten herself into this. She was sure she was going to die. It hurt like hell.
She could feel all his weight being laced into her by way of his plunging prick that sought relief by pummeling her.
She cried out into the moonlit night. She screamed for Lightning to be merciful, he was killing her.
The horse plunged into the hole that captured his dick with frightening fury. The balls tightened and the shaft stiffened as Lightning got ready to come.
He planted his feet firmly on the pedestal. He had only given the girl a taste of his powerful strength.
Now he intended to pulverize her with everything he had. Her screams bounced of the walls of the old tool shed.
A crack of thunder pulsed through the night and Lightning's bucking motions came to a full halt.
The horse wanted to move but it couldn't. All the drive was gone. The horse stood in place and then slowly fell off the pedestal.
The turgid cock fell out of the ravaged hole that it had just been feverishly fucking.
Lightning lay dead on the floor, felled by a well-aimed bullet from Mullady Mistler's rifle that still smoked from the blast of the fatal bullet.
CHAPTER NINE
"Don't you just love this outfit, daddy."
"It's perfectly darling."
Franklin Barker watched his daughter as she modeled her new dress in front of him in the living room.
It was hard to believe that she was the same introverted girl she had been just a few months before.
After Lightning's death she had totally changed. He had expected her to be terribly grief stricken about the horse.
She had begun to take a healthy interest in the way she dressed and her manner was much more polite.
She embraced you with her smile. She had hardly ever smiled after her mother's death three years ago.
"What time is Carter calling on you?"
"What time is it now?"
She was checking herself in the hall mirror, making sure that everything was just right for when her boyfriend called upon her.
"A few minutes to eight."
"He should be here any minute."
She was a ravishing spectacle. Barker loved when she wore her hair up on her head like it that.
She looked so much like Nora when she arranged her hair on top of her head like that. It brought out her classic beauty.
Her high cheekbones were clearly visible and their effect was not destroyed by long hair framing her face.
Her beautiful features were given full play to shine off her face. And tonight she was radiant. Her eyes twinkled.
She and Carter had been dating a lot lately. Franklin was glad to see her finally enjoying herself after the years of mourning for her mother.
Her odd fascination with her beautiful steed was over, thank God. She hadn't been on a horse since Lightning's death.
Mistler had explained to him what had happened on that fateful night when he had to shoot the steed from mauling Melanie.
How she had ever found the strange contraption he did not know. But she had and luckily Mistler had heard her frantic screams.
But the spirit that had doomed her mother to an awful fate and threatened to consume Melanie had died with the handsome steed.
Mullady told him that the instant the shot was fired and the horse fell dead off the pedestal, the smell of horse sweat faded away.
For the first time in years there was no odor of the beast permeating the musty, ramshackle old shed.
With the death of the horse had come a new Melanie. A Melanie that should have always been like the way she was now.
She sat patiently on the couch next to Barker waiting with bated breath for the doorbell to ring.
When it did she would joyfully hop to her feet brimming with the knowledge that Carter was just outside her door.
Barker had not pressed her about the incident. As long as she didn't bring it up he never broached the subject.
He could imagine what she must have gone through when the horse thrust into her with all its weight atop the contraption.
Somehow the event had brought her to her senses. It had knocked her out of her dream world and brought her back down to earth.
The doorbell rang and the music of the chimes bounced off the high ceilings and reverberated around the room.
Melanie was grinning from ear to ear. Her dress ruffled as she walked with graceful anticipation across the room.
"Melanie, you're beautiful."
"Thank you, Carter, you're so kind."
"I brought you a corsage."
"Why, it's gorgeous."
She took it out of the box, her fingers shaking with excitement, and removed the corsage from the cardboard box.
She held it to her heart and modeled it for her father and her boyfriend and then pinned it in place.
"What time is the dance," asked the smiling Franklin Barker.
"We'd better hurry or we'll be late, Melanie. In fact we're late already."
"All right, there's no need to rush," said Barker, "take your time and enjoy yourselves."
He watched them leave the house and walk on to the porch. Just as they were about to step down Melanie turned to her father.
She was smiling from ear to ear and said: "Don't worry, we won't be late. And if anything happens we'll call."
"Fine, honey, now have a good time." Carter held her arm and helped her down the steps of the porch and ushered her into the car that was waiting for them.
Carter's parents were well-to-do. Like Barker they owned one of the richest spreads in the county.
It was just like Marington to send his son out on a date with a chauffeured limousine, just to impress the girl.
Well, why the hell not. After what Melanie had been through she deserved nothing but the best.
A girl shouldn't have to go through such pain. He watched the chauffeur close the door and then hop into the front seat.
The car started up and then made its way out of the ranch. Barker kept his loving eyes upon it until it faded from view.
"We're not really late, are we, Carter?"
"No, we should make it on time. But in any event, drive faster please."
Carter was always so considerate. He was the perfect gentleman at all times. And he wore beautiful clothes.
Most of the boys couldn't afford to dress like Carter. His family was rich like hers. They made the perfect couple.
They arrived at the dance that was being held at the town hall. The place was mobbed with teenagers.
They danced every dance together. Even when Flossy McArdle tried to horn in on them Carter told her to bug off.
That made Melanie very happy. She was glad that Carter wanted nothing to do with her. Flossy was so mad.
When Melanie asked him how he felt about her right before they started dating he said that she was a cheap tramp.
Melanie knew that Carter did not think of her like that. He told her that she had a lot of class. He said that few girls were worthy of his station besides her. She had the kind of background that he admired.
Flossy was just a cheap floozy who tried to buy men's hearts with her body. She had no class at all.